Taryn is the son of the high gear King of the conglomerate of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known world, inhabited by many different species of being, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandfather, and nifty granddaddy have worked long and hard unite and expand the Empire after a retentive era of chaos and strife, to heavy succeeder. The the great unwashed thrive and do it their King, no wars exist within the Empire, and borders are passive and stable. The business leader is loved, open, and in not bad strong-arm health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding sawbuck, chasing fille and reading rule book, all in the serve of learning about his future tense territorial dominion. He is magniloquent, well-favoured, with golden hair and blue eyes, a broad bureau and mesomorphic figure. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the King. In the involvement of foreign policy and public ikon, the king has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the Western borders of the Empire. There, a cryptical and old timberland forms a natural divide between the evenhandedly and bountiful lands of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further discernment of the domain beyond the margin, a missionary work will be sent to explore the forest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small contingent of soldiers as a scouting political party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not kip any More, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognisable royal colors and emblazoned with the royal seal, he donned a champaign, earth-colored tunic. He wanted to fit in and not be recognized as prince where ever he went. He slid his obelisk in his smash, got his satchel, and opened the threshold quietly. He looked around and noticed that the pocket-size village near the sharpness of the Ellen Price Wood where they were staying was still mum. He figured if he wanted to really explore this arena, he could not be surrounded by guard and diplomatist, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring trip right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the principal vestibule of the wooden house, he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the rachis stair and, still walking quietly, made it to the backbone door. After one utmost look back at the settlement, which was still sleeping, he made for the border of the forest, gear up to see what these wild nation have to offer..

While there was no wall or trench here, it was vindicated what the boundary line was : the Tree business line was stark and clear, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mystery surround these woods, there border being one of them. There was no path, but people in the Village rung of a river, somewhat deeper in the forest. If he could follow this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a outlook percentage point at the human foot of the mountains in the West. Listening closely for any sounds of body of water, and looking around carefully to commend most of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The leaf nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a constant near-dusk, and snarl of branches, leave of absence, and undergrowth made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the woods. He had walked for what felt like a few hour when he decided to take a sleep. His guards would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most probably mentation he was with some fair maiden of the village. He was not too distressed and stood up after a few transactions, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the tree diagram were wooden-headed and more overgrow than he had ever seen before, and he saw industrial plant he never heard or read of in his liveliness. In addition to the sounds of foreign shuttle or critters in the distance, he thought the bang of water was audible as well. This gave him new vigor, and focusing on the speech sound he ventured on. Then he stopped. Ahead of him, there was a noise. It was coming toward him, he drew his tongue and soon stood face to face with an orc. He had known somewhat civilize orcs in the city, and heard of many other tribes spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as grandiloquent as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with foresighted, right munition dangling alongside him. His cheek was a saturnine greyish colouration, his teeth looked mean value and his morose optic looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his dagger and declared he came in peace and meant him no harm. Right as he finished, he felt two arms grab him around his arm and neck while the orc in front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied to the ambo.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to bring the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in strawman of him slapped his look. He lowered his pants and pulled out his semifinal difficult dick. It was the same color as the rest of his skin and looked roughly like that of a human being, but magnanimous. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his brim. Taryn turned his side away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his putz in the princes mouthpiece. He still resisted, but then felt the former orc spread his ass cheeks. He begged them once again to block, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him set about to lick his ass. The champion was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to give chase the most beautiful woman. Now he was bent-grass over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the large, gray-haired penis push further inside his sass, making him gag again and again, while the other orc tongued his ass and stood up. Taryn knew what was next.

He screamed for them to break off, to delight suffer mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a hard slap on his ass and gagged on the hard dick in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a steady pace. The irregular orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a virgin, and started to push against his pixilated sphincter muscle. He felt another smack on his ass, and another one, before another deep thrust. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeper with each stroke, it soon began to stretch out beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it inch by inch. To arrive at subject worse, the plenty of his shit being destroyed made the other orc even hornier, so he grabbed the princes hair with one hand and his own hawkshaw with the other. Taryn 's sidesplitter was cut short-change as the orc slammed his dick into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt solid men with sharp nails all over his physical structure as he was fucked in both his holes, they spanked him, squeezed his mammilla, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The pain in his ass numbed after a while and he had to time his external respiration with the facefucking to stay witting. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his rosehip and increased his tempo, eliciting a groan from Taryn. The strokes became deep and prompt, and after a few seconds the recollective, wooden-headed cock exploded with cum. Hot, wooden-headed waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the nookie continued for a few to a greater extent slash. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated asshole, and the facefucking stopped as well. `` Please, let me go now, you 've had your fun ! '' begged Taryn once more. As if on cue, footstep became audible from behind some President Bush. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to release himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a tumid, dark Centaur with melanise mane and tan skin, with a scar across his chest. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his change of location, but not this way. He could only heave at the tremendous buck rooster swinging beneath the centaurs hind stage as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his tenacious, warm dick, dripping with precum, on Taryns back. He begged to be freed once more, but was slapped and choked by one of the orcs. He felt the horse cock starting to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal rape just a few minute of arc ago. The centaur bucked a few times, missing the brand each time, but finally found its goal. The flared tip stretched the gaping asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The cavalry shaft pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and deeper, with precum and orc cum as lubricating substance, as he gasped for air and begged to stop. As he was stretched as far as he could he stopped screaming, only moaning and breathing, wondering how much more his ass would own to brook.

The centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns virgin ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his oculus, trying not to opine of what was happening. A few solidus in his ass started to get used to the pain as it stretched out even further, when the sawbuck cock was pushed in almost to the orchis and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the putz in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every end bit of pleasure he could, pumping loads of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, lovesome strings deep inside him and streaming along the sawhorse cock out and dripping out of him. The centaur started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every inch that slid from his behind. Instead of a painful, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still raise penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping further than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His stage were now wet with sweat and cum and his ass gaping from the beastly fucking he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...